When Jake Met Lainey, only instead of a simulated orgasm in a restaurant, we get a tutorial in feminine masturbation conducted via glass jar. Writer-director Leslye Headland's (Bachelorette) explicit, rather clinical pathology of modern romance begins with a mutual college-days loss of virginity between leads Jason Sudeikis and Alison Brie, then skips ahead 15 years or so to a chance meetup at a sex addicts support group. (He uses bed-hopping to avoid emotional complication; she can't stop hooking up with the unpleasant twit she mooned over in college.) They decide to try being friends without benefits, which is tricky, because they mostly talk about sex. Sudeikis' smooth charisma and Brie's wide-eyed charm almost carry the film, but while Headland bravely chooses to skip certain expected rom-com beats, she also fails to earn certain rom-com payoffs. The ending sums up the film: maturity and tradition, but with a liberal dollop of sensual indulgence. (2015) — Matthew Lickona